Authors note: All characters in this story are 18+ - ages given within the text. This is a bit more misogynistic than my previous stuff. No good guys to the rescue here.
The Friday Night Role Playing Club
Chapter 1: The first session
They were a few minutes into the role-playing game session. It was a low-fantasy, swords and sorcery type of game, set in a world of bronzed warriors and scantily clad women. Connor would happily been here anyway. He enjoyed playing such games. But if what he had heard was true, there would be a lot better entertainment this evening.
The first significant event in the game had just happened. The female thief Orella, played by 18 year old red haired hottie Stacey Denby, step-daughter of their host Brad Gilmour, had tried to pick the pocket of another of the character and failed her dice roll.
Brad, who was also Games Master, was speaking. "Ok, that's a clear fail. The mage catches you with your hand in his pocket. What does he want to do Billy?" This question was to the 19 year old youth who was playing the intended victim of the theft.
"What's the punishment for stealing in these parts? Something horrible I guess," Billy asked.
"Yup," said Brad with relish, "They cut your hand off."
"Ok, in that case I say to the thief: 'You know the punishment for stealing, but I think you are too pretty a girl to lose a hand. I am going to punish you my own way and you will cooperate unless you want me to turn you over to the authorities. Pants down now and over my knee. I'm going to spank you until your ass is red raw."
Stacey glanced at her step-father. She looked worried. "Do I have to Brad?"
"Yes baby girl, you've played enough to know how this works by now. What happens to your character happens to you... more or less. So get the fuck on with it".
To Connor's amazement the red haired teen stood up, unzipped her short leather skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she pulled down her white panties and stepped out of them. Connor gawped at the sight of her shaven pussy.
He watched Stacey walk round the table to where Billy sat, then drape herself over his waiting knee, her delightful tight bum raised ready for punishment. Billy began to smack her and he wasn't holding back, they were hard spanks. But the teen girl remained submissively in place.
Connor glanced to where his girlfriend Holly sat. By rights she should have been protesting at what was happening, perhaps getting up and demanding they leave. But she just sat there looking slightly confused. And it wasn't just confusion; Connor, who knew her well, thought he detected signs of arousal. Holly's eyes were wide and her breathing had altered.
'Fuck it', thought Connor, 'this is better than I hoped...'
* * * * *
Just under an hour earlier Connor Wade and Holly Norton had arrived at Bradley Gilmour's house for the first meeting of the new Friday Night Role Playing Game (RPG) Club. Connor was nervous as they approached the front door. How was Holly going to react? He had been dosing her morning coffee daily for the last week with the liquid that Brad had given him. It was colourless, odourless and tasteless and she had noticed nothing.
The fact that Holly had agreed to come at all was a good sign. Normally she would have been as likely to attend a wargames club as to bite her own foot off, but Connor had noticed that during the week she had steadily become less argumentative and assertive and more compliant with his suggestions. When he had proposed that she attend this new club and give role-playing a go, she had simply said, "If you like," in a disinterested way.
When Connor had first heard the rumours at his usual wargames club that Brad had some sort of odd power over women and was willing to share the secret for a suitable payment, he had dismissed it as nonsense. But the state of his relationship with Holly had eventually pushed him into speaking to Brad.
Holly was 25 and had been the 27 year-old Connor's girlfriend for four years. She was 5'7" with long chestnut brown hair that reached almost to her bum, lovely hazel eyes, a pretty face with a beautiful smile and a wonderfully curvaceous 34C-24-35 figure. Connor had always thought her drop-dead gorgeous, and still did. The problem, in his opinion, was her personality.
The early part of their relationship had been brilliant. They had got on well, had lots of fun and the sex had been fantastic. There had been plenty of it too. Holly had moved in with him after six months and they had been living together for the last three and a half years. She clearly expected him to have proposed marriage by now, but Connor was having doubts.
Holly had become increasingly critical of everything he did, nagging him constantly about what she considered his shortcomings. She especially hated that he spent time at the wargames club with his friends, thinking he was neglecting her, and she openly mocked everything to do with his hobby.
Worse, in his view, was that their sex-life had largely dried up. They rarely made love more than once or twice a month. Also, she had become increasingly 'vanilla' in her tastes. Holly had never allowed him anal. Now oral sex was off the menu too. If he suggested that she dress up in something sexy, like say stockings and suspender belt, she implied he was some kind of weird pervert.
Brad had promised that he could change this. Holly would become his willing plaything. Anything he wanted, she would do, and enjoy it too. But his price had been steep. It would take three sessions to complete the transition and Brad wanted £2,000 per session. Connor didn't have that kind of spare cash.
Told this, Brad had said he would supply Connor with the liquid that was the first part of the treatment and allow him to attend the first session for just £500. He even promised to refund 80% of that if Connor didn't want to continue afterwards. But if he did, then Brad's price was that Connor had to find another girl to undergo the process. She had to be hot, and this one would be Brad's to keep.
Connor had agreed, as it seemed that he could at least trial the whole business at no more risk than £100. And so here they were at Brad's house. Connor rang the doorbell.
* * * * *
Although they weren't actually late, they were the last to arrive. There were a total of five men and five women currently present, although only four of each would be playing in the game. In addition Brad said that his 18 year old step-daughter Stacey, his wife Cheryl's daughter from her first marriage, would join them soon. She would also be playing.
The size of the female contingent was unusual in Connor's experience. Role playing games, or RPGs for short, perhaps had a larger female playing base than other table-top games, but still most sessions he had attended had been predominately male.
The guys present were all wearing pretty much the same -- jeans or slacks and either T-shirts or casual shirts. The girls, once their outdoor coats were removed, wore a range of much more interesting and revealing clothing, even Holly. Oddly, none of them seemed in the least fazed by this.
Of the men, their host, Brad, would be acting as the Games Master or GM for short. His new wife Cheryl, (they had only been married for three months), was not playing a character. Brad explained she was happy to watch and keep the group supplied with drinks and snacks, but might join in if needed to take the part of a non-player character.
Connor already knew Brad, as well as Stephen and Claire from the wargames club. He introduced Holly to them, the only one she had previously met being Stephen. The two other couples he didn't know. The two men were instantly recognisable wargames types, their women much less so.
One of the men was about 45, 6 feet tall, muscled and probably still strong, but somewhat run to seed, having a prominent beer belly. He was also sporting a bushy beard and wore a leather biker's jacket and a T-shirt advertising some death metal band Connor had never heard of. Brad introduced him as 'Mac'.
Connor learnt later than his given name was Nathan, but he liked to be known as Mac, and no one felt inclined to argue about it. One mercy was that at least he didn't have the body odour that sometimes accompanied the look.
His girlfriend -- if that was what she was -- was a total contrast. For one thing she was just turned 20, so easily young enough to be his daughter, and she was slim and small, no more than 5'2". This made her tits stand out even more. They had to be D cups at least and looked enormous on her. Connor was half afraid she would topple over. He was more of a leg and bottom man himself, but it was still hard not to stare.
Her name was Jade. She had curly hair of a shade of light blonde that Connor thought came out of a bottle. She seemed to spend her time giggling a lot and clinging to the arm of her much larger partner. She was wearing a very tight pink top, a tiny pair of denim shorts that left little to the imagination, pink ankle socks and trainers. She was certainly pretty and sexy too, but the phrase 'air-head' sprang unbidden into Connor's mind.
Every gaming club Connor knew of had at least one 'Mac'. They were often bullies, and always hot-tempered and inclined to throw their considerable weight around. Generally it was best to keep them happy and then ignore them as much as possible. But he had never heard of anyone like Jade having the slightest interest in games of any type.
The other male was an even more common sort of role-player, who Connor thought of as 'the spotty geek'. This specimen of the type was called Billy. He was 19 and a student and fitted the pattern, having somewhat greasy and lank brown hair and some lingering acne.
Connor had to concede that the geeks were often very bright and excellent at games. However, they were notoriously hopeless around women, which made his partner all the more mysterious. How had Billy managed to get such a looker as his girlfriend?
Her name was Amy. She had followed the Goth fashion -- dyed black hair cut into a bob, black make-up, black dress, a number of bangles and bracelets -- none of which disguised that she was seriously hot. If anything, it made her sexier. One odd thing was that she was also wearing a leather 'slave' collar. Perhaps, Connor wondered, that was also part of Goth sub-culture.
It was starting to cross Connor's mind that it wasn't just that there was an unusual number of women present, but also that there was a rare parade of varied beauties. Aside from Jade and Amy, Cheryl definitely qualified as a MILF and, of course, Holly was distinctly good-looking too, as was Claire. Then Stacey arrived to, if anything, up the standard of feminine pulchritude even further.
